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Just like the first time, Liu Yue and I came to the living room. Liu Yue turned on the audio system, and it was Deng Lijun's > again.

When the gentle and gentle music filled the living room, under the gentle light, Liu Yue and I embraced each other and walked slowly in the living room.

As I was jumping, Liu Yue slowly pulled me closer to the sofa and fell down onto it.

That night was destined to be an unforgettable night.

The next morning, I got on the bus heading back to Jianghai. Liu Yue personally saw me to the train station and bought me a bunch of food.

"Go back and work hard. Remember to write often. I will write to you!" Liu Yue stood under the carriage window and looked up at me with watery eyes.

The car started to move. I reluctantly waved goodbye to Liu Yue and drove away. After walking for a long distance, I looked back. Liu Yue was still standing there, looking lonely and lonely.

Meeting each other was always so exciting, and parting was always so heart-wrenching. I looked out the window absentmindedly at the emerald green fields. When will I be able to see Liu Yue again?

In this meeting, Liu Yue still did not tell me about her past. If she doesn't say, I will still not ask. I know that when the time comes, Liu Yue will tell me.

Bidding farewell to Liu Yue, returning to Jianghai, I will face Qing Er, and bid farewell to him!

When I thought about this matter, I couldn't help but be at a loss. I didn't know how to explain it to Qing Er, but I was very hesitant in my heart.

Returning to the sea, I didn't think of how I should say my farewells to Qing Er. I lacked the courage and courage, Qing Er was impeccable to me, and I couldn't think of a reason; I didn't dare to face Qing Er's kind heart, and didn't dare to meet his eyes that were filled with hurt.

I know I'm a bastard, a loathsome bastard. But I was drawn along a one-way road by some force, and I could not turn back.

Although I didn't say goodbye to Qing Er, in my heart, there's already no Qing Er. Unknowingly, I had already begun to distance myself from Qing Er. Aside from work, I was always flooded with time by Liu Yue. In my mind, in my heart, there was only Liu Yue, and Qing Er had completely lost his place.

At the same time, I deeply felt that my love with Qing Er was actually so fragile. In front of Liu Yue, my conviction and perseverance in love with him had instantly turned into dust, and not even a speck of dust remained. After a long period of silence, finally spoke.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed. The summer heat had already subsided, and the cool of autumn quietly seeped into everyone's body.

During this period of one month, Liu Yue and I, in addition to calling each other through the BB machine, also wrote letters to communicate with each other, maintaining the frequency of one per week.

When I wrote to Liu Yue, other than expressing my feelings for him, I also reported on my recent work situation. When Liu Yue replied to me, she mostly talked about my work, helped me analyze the problems and solutions to it, and encouraged me to work properly. Occasionally, she also talked about her work in Provincial Committee Advocacy Department.

I firmly remember Liu Yue's words: A man must have a career.

Aside from missing Liu Yue, I spent most of my time at work. On weekends, I practically never rested, and usually, I would do interviews outside. Even if I wasn't assigned an interview mission, I would voluntarily choose a topic and go down to do it.

Other than working reasons, I do this because I don't want to create opportunities to be with Qing Er. Every time Qing Er calls me or calls me, I'm always busy and on a business trip. Several times when Qing Er came to my dorm room to visit me, he would always take the opportunity to close the door.

From the way Qing Er called me, I could tell that, on one hand, he missed me a lot, but on the other hand, he doted on me and told me not to put in too much effort and to pay more attention to my body.

and I were becoming less and less talkative, and between the two of us, there was nothing much to say. Qing Er's soft words were my favorite seasoning in the past, but now, in my eyes, it was filled with boredom and boredom. On the other hand, chatting with Liu Yue was so full of charm and philosophy, so mature and profound …

I know I'm changing, from mind to heart, I can't stop myself, I can't stop myself, I'm slipping deeper and deeper into the rich mud...

At the same time, my name appeared more and more frequently in the newspapers. On the most popular day, four pages of the newspaper, with the exception of four pages, which were all advertisements, all of the pages had my main article on them. My colleagues at the Department of Public Information also looked at me with a new level of respect and admiration. Especially Chen Jing, who read my article in this newspaper every day and then praised it in the office every day. At the same time, she gave me a warm look.

I know that respect comes from strength, especially from the newspapers. If you have a reputation in your pen and can't write a script, you won't be able to get a foothold in the Department of Public Information. I have earned their respect with my own ability.

I don't communicate that kind of expression with Chen Jing, nor do I have any other thoughts towards Chen Jing, because in my heart, I have Liu Yue, my Sister Yue'er. Moreover, I recently discovered that the divorced Liu Fei actually had that kind of intention towards Chen Jing. I met him when I was returning to the office after work, and at that time, Liu Fei was confessing his feelings to Chen Jing while I was standing at the door, listening to some crucial words. I immediately remembered that when Chen Jing looked at me with that kind of expression, Liu Fei's eyes were filled with jealousy and displeasure. Even if it disappeared in an instant, it wouldn't be able to escape my sharp eyes.

Thus, I would always use the look and smile of a pure colleague to politely communicate with Chen Jing, even though her smile was very dubious when she looked at me.

The only thing that made me unhappy were the few letters that Liu Yue had sent me from the reception hall downstairs. Although Liu Yue had used an ordinary envelope with no address written on it, I had a feeling that every time Liu Fei had sent me a letter, her eyes would always be filled with a different meaning. What meaning was there for me to feel weird?

I sometimes felt that the eyes behind Liu Fei's glasses were often filled with wisdom and intelligence, or perhaps, it could be said to be cunning and nimble.

In this month, every day that I passed by Liu Yue's tightly closed office, I felt a kind of indescribable anticipation and vigilance. I thought that on this day, the door to the office would suddenly open and my Director Liu would sit inside. But, I'm also afraid of opening the door, so it turned out that Liu Yue's seat was not Liu Yue, but Liu Fei, which meant that Liu Yue's transfer procedures were complete, and Liu Yue had completely left.

I walked past Liu Yue's office with complicated feelings, as I do every day.

It was always like this, this time, when you received the letter, read it, replied, and then sank back into anticipation for the next reply, an expectation filled with sweetness and torment, happiness and longing, and pain and enjoyment.

In the reply that Liu Yue gave me, there was very little talk about our common tomorrow and future, and practically no thoughts or fantasies. This made me feel very unresigned, and every time I received a letter, I would think that perhaps this letter contained information about Liu Yue and our future.

I used to like fantasies so much.

When he arrived at the entrance of the reception room, he coincidentally saw Mei Ling standing there.

Looking at me, Mei Ling's amorous eyes were full of teasing: "Jiang Feng, you returned from the interview? There's a letter for you. "

With that, Mei Ling waved the white envelope in her hand.

Damn, every time Mei Ling saw me, she would always have this kind of lecherous look in his eyes. I didn't understand back then, but after I experienced a lot of wind and moon venues, I realized that Mei Ling's eyes were called Peach Blossom Eyes, and they were especially used to seduce men.

"Yes, I returned from the interview," I politely replied as I took the envelope from Mei Ling's hands. "Thank you, Director Mei."

When I saw the delicate handwriting on the envelope, I immediately knew it was Liu Yue's. I couldn't help but be overjoyed as my eyes were filled with laughter.

Mei Ling looked at me, then looked at the envelope in my hand. "A letter from my girlfriend? "Look at you in high spirits …"

Seeing Mei Ling's focused and questioning eyes, my heart jumped. I hurriedly pretended that I didn't care about it, noncommittally smiled, and turned to head upstairs.

When I reached the stairs, I turned around and saw that Mei Ling was still looking at me with a thoughtful expression.

My heart beat faster, and I hurried back to the office.

When I returned to the office, I wasn't in a rush to read the letter. Although I couldn't wait, I wanted to keep this joy in my dorm room where I could safely read Liu Yue's letter without any qualms. In the office, I also felt that Liu Fei's suspicious eyes were constantly wandering around me.

The letters that Liu Yue sent me were all completely preserved, they weren't in my office, they were under the pillow on my bed in my dormitory, they were quiet at night, and I thought that when Liu Yue couldn't sleep, I would find out what Liu Yue's letters were. After reading them carefully, I would recall Liu Yue's exquisite and warm feelings, and recall every movement and laughter with Liu Yue, before sleeping peacefully amidst warm memories.

The office was very quiet. Liu Fei was reading a newspaper, Chen Jing was typing on a computer in front of Chapter 386.

I bid my farewells to Liu Fei and Chen Jing before sitting down at my desk and starting to write the interview. 30 minutes later, an interview with the Newsletter was completed, I checked it once, and following that, I sent a draft slip. I signed my name, and passed it to Liu Fei: "Director Liu, I've finished writing it, and gave it to you."

"Jiang Feng, you really are a fast shooter, your writing speed is really fast!" Chen Jing turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of life. "Why am I not as fast as you? If only my brain was that good …"